Chapter 37
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'Breathe, Della,' I told myself and calmed myself down before turning my head back straight and slowly opening my eyes in horror.
"I… You… What…" I was speechless to find that Kylian had completely taken off his clothes, leaving him naked.
His muscular chest glistened with water. He was staring down at me with so much desire in his eyes. His hair was stranded on his face, dripping with water and falling onto my cheeks. Droplets of water were all over his face and body, making him look like a freaking model in a wet-themed fashion show.
Damn, he's hot!
"Kylian!" I gasped in surprise, eyes opening wide and breathing hitched when I felt his knee in between my legs, pushing it to the side to make me open my legs.
But he kept quiet and stared at me with parted lips, his breath fanning my face, making me hot and bothered.
My body started to feel weak as I desired to raise my upper body and capture his lips with mine.
Seemingly having the same heart rhythm and desire, he leaned down and nibbled my lips in fast and needy movements.
His hands started roaming my body. It started with my hips, slowly caressing their way up to the curve of my waist until they reached my breast, which he kneaded like dough. Then…unexpectedly, he pinched my nipple, making me moan and gasp at the same time out of pleasurable pain.
No… This is wrong! I shouldn't be doing this.
Taking advantage of that, he stuck his tongue into my mouth, exploring every part of me, sucking and nibbling, removing every reason I had left within me.
His other hand finally let go of my wrist and made its way around my waist, pulling me possessively closer to his. Our bodies collided, and I felt his manhood on the surface of my core, teasing me.
I was going crazy when Kylian started pulling his lips away from me. I gasped for air but wanted more. I tried to lean up and kiss him more, but he was already sending insanely feathery kisses to my jaw down to my cleavage.
My body was going weak and crazy for his kisses and touches, especially when he leaned down and started sucking my nipples like a starving baby, all while his eyes never left mine.
Shit! I'm getting wetter! Which was crazy considering we were in the water. But all this foreplay he was doing was so incredibly hot that it triggered an earthquake in the innermost part of my body.
"Kylian… I…"
I tried to close my legs when I suddenly felt his fingers in my core, exploring it and sending fireworks within me.
"No need to be shy, Honey. I've already seen, felt, and tasted every part of you," he huskily said, hands roaming all over me.
I gazed back at him and felt an indescribable sensation that simultaneously made my heart feel heavy and excited and made me melt like hot wax.
Pulling away from my breast, hands away from between my thighs. He pushed himself a bit up, giving me a perfect view of his body.
His broad chest rose and fell with each deep breath, with pectoral muscles flexing with every inhalation. His six-pack abs were carved from stone, each ridge and groove accentuated by the water droplets glistening on his skin. His powerful thighs were like tree trunks, supporting the weight of me and his muscular frame as he luxuriated in the warm embrace of the bath.
His piercing eyes were locked on me. They sparkled with intelligence and a hint of mischief, inviting me to dive deep into the depths and lose myself in their intensity. The confidence he exuded was captivating and contagious, making me feel like I could conquer the world with him by my side.
I was stunned. My ex-husband was indeed a masterpiece of masculinity, a work of art that left me breathless and wanting more.
"Della, I will trade the world for having you back. Will you please come back and be my Luna again?" he asked in an enchanting voice.
I stared at him with pain and hesitation. The feelings cursing through my body right now were so incredibly pleasurable, seemingly easing the pain in my heart. Still, it was only a momentarily anesthesia that I knew would go away in a while after my head became less cloudy.
His jaws clenched with grievances. His once-pleading eyes lost their glint, and his breathing became heavier, filled with rage.
"You. Can't. Leave. Me." He said each word with intensity, and then… he did something that brought pleasure to my body but incredibly broke my heart into pieces.
He rammed himself inside of me, breathing heavily as he asked with accusation and a hint of disgust, "Has Jackson ever fucked you like this?"
Instantly, rationality rushed into my head again, and I started struggling. While he was still ramming inside of me, I pulled my hands away and used my arms to try and push him away from him. "I should have let you die in Luke's hands!"
I couldn't believe he could ever think of me like that. I shouldn't have thought even for once that he'd give me some respect and won't treat me like a piece of slut. Especially not after I saved him.
His hands slid down to my hips, holding me in place as he fucked me harder and faster. Breathing through his lips, he asked, "You don't really want me to die, do you?"
Pushing all of him inside, he added, "Because you wouldn't be here if you wanted to."
"You asshole! I can't believe I did that!" I shouted, my belly hardening as I felt something building up within me.
Tears ran down from the corner of my eyes as I struggled even more, water splashing around us.
I was angry and raging with fire, but the burning my body felt differed from the rage radiating in my heart. A minute later, I reached my orgasm, and my body went weak from spasm.
Leaning down, he leaned to kiss me, but I turned my face around and kissed my jaw instead. "Please, Baby. Stay with me… Please…"
His voice became gentler, but his movements were the total opposite. Despite my orgasm, he kept moving in and out of me roughly, trying to reach for his own.
I was breathing heavily. I didn't want him to play with me even more, and my body's reactions weren't on the same page as mine, which was more infuriating than anything.
Since I couldn't stop myself from giving in the pleasure, and I'm now weaker after I reached my orgasm, I went and asked instead, "Did you reject Flora?"
He kept asking me to get back with him and that he had already left Flora, but he had not told me the most important thing yet.
"Kylian?" I urged, but he kept silent and his movements became more intense and aggravated.
Pleasure rushed in me, and I couldn't help but moan and scream with it. But… my cries became more intense than the pleasure as his silence and action were enough answers for me.
He didn't reject her. No… he probably couldn't. What was I expecting anyway? I was a fool for thinking for even a second it was a possibility.
I raised my arms and held onto the side of my tub, pulling strength from it. "Since you already banished her, why didn't you reject her?"
Snorting a bitter laugh, I added, "Because of love? Is that it?"
He shook his head and started kissing me from my collarbone up to my neck until he reached my ears, whispering, "No! I don't love her. I never did. Please let me explain, Baby."
It's funny how he kept saying one thing and doing the other.
I laughed mockingly. "You don't need to. She's your fated mate while little old me is only destined to be your ex-wife, so no matter the reason why you didn't reject her had nothing to do with me."
Staring into his blue eyes, I firmly said, "Today's sex. This! This is nothing but an accident. It meant nothing!"
Smiling sadly and bitterly, I slid my hands up to his forearm, which was resting on the edge of the tub, and told him, "I asked you if you rejected Flora not because I still care for you, but because I wanted to expose your lies and schemes!"
Despite being amid desire, his manhood, kisses, and touches were sending me nervous; I resolutely told him, "Don't deceive yourself, Kylian. You love Flora. Taking her back and divorcing me is your best choice. I'm giving both of us the best way out here. So stop this bullshit!"
"No! There is no way in hell I'd ever let you go. Not unless I die!"
More lies! That's what he was good at. Saying lies one after another.
"Leave! Get off me!" I shouted and started pushing him again.
Just as I was about to succeed, he grabbed my arms and forced them on top of my head while he moved in and out of me faster and harder until he reached his own orgasm.
Only then did he fall on top of me, exhausted as I was. After much struggling, though, I finally managed to push him away. I was about to stand up and leave the tub, but he pulled me back again, making me fall on top of him.
With his arms around me, he prevented me from standing.
"You asshole, let go of me!" I raised my upper body, pushing myself up as hard as possible.
"No! I won't—"
Just as he was about to kiss me again, the bathroom door was pushed open, and a serious-looking woman with pursed lips walked inside.
Following that was a deafening voice as she called my name. "Pri–Della!"
